My advice to you is to
keep quiet, and we may have a comedy worth seeing."
"Well," she remarked, after she had got over a little of her
astonishment, "it would be great fun to tell, but I won't if you say so."
I came to, have a real liking for Miss Trevor. Farrar used to smile when
I spoke of this, and I never could induce him to go out with us in the
canoe, which we did frequently,--in fact, every day I was at Asquith,
except of course Sundays. And we grew to understand each other very
well. She looked upon me in the same light as did my other friends,
--that of a counsellor-at-law,--and I fell unconsciously into the role of
her adviser, in which capacity I was the recipient of many confidences I
would have got in no other way. That is, in no other way save one, and
in that I had no desire to go, even had it been possible. Miss Trevor
was only nineteen, and in her eyes I was at least sixty.
"See here, Miss Trevor," I said to her one day after we had become more
or less intimate, "of course it's none of my business, but you didn't
feel very badly after the Celebrity went away, did you?"
Her reply was frank and rather staggering.
"Yes, I did. I was engaged to him, you know."
"Engaged to him! I had no idea he ever got that far," I exclaimed.
Miss Trevor laughed merrily.
"It was my fault," she said; "I pinned him down, and he had to propose.
There was no way out of it. I don't mind telling you.
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